A Conversation

A Conversation We all have “things”-- Some we hold on to. Some we let go. But…some we let wither Inside the soul. There they grow old. There they decay. Then your love and joy Gradually fade away. Until there’s nothing left And you fall to your knees Begging for help God, help me please. Please help me let go, Please help me to heal, Please tend to my wounds, Please show me how to feel. Please cleanse my soul, Please ease my pain, So I can grow closer To You, the One who Reigns. Please stay with me. Never leave my side. As I deal with the wounds And not run and hide. Please fill me with your spirit, Please fill me with your love, As you cleanse my soul From heaven above. Carry me in your arms And keep whispering in my ear- “Fear not my child, I’ve always been here. To comfort and heal To carry you through The rest of the darkness That follows you. So let go of those “things” That withered your soul And trust in Me I will make you whole!”